Continue Posing in front of the glass
Pretending not to watch the next ****
You can't decide if you should run out to intervene
Maybe next time
A hundred miles away blowing bubbles on the front lawn
Ice cream trucks tipped over in the heat
Who ate the last of our delusions?
Someone daring enough to consume a flat falseness
I want the children to know that it's not their fault
But some of them may never know
So what does that mean for us?
I break sweat.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
Continue Posing in front of the glass
Pretending not to watch the next ****
You can't decide if you should run out to intervene
Maybe next time
A hundred miles away blowing bubbles on the front lawn
Ice cream trucks tipped over in the heat
Who ate the last of our delusions?
Someone daring enough to consume a flat falseness
I want the children to know that it's not their fault
But some of them may never know
So what does that mean for us?
I break sweat.
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